It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

Just as Tan Xinyue was about to shout again, she discovered in the silvery moonlight that the emperor had tears in his eyes that had not yet dried, and her heart couldn't help but palpitate.

"Your Majesty..." Before she could think further, the soldier behind her hurriedly called out and interrupted her thoughts: "Miss! Miss! What happened?"

Seeing that the soldiers were about to surround them, Tan Xinyue quickly raised her voice, trying to stabilize the situation: "It's okay, I'm just practicing my gun skills, you guys hurry back to the camp and don't bother me anymore!"

The soldiers stopped when they heard the voice, and after a moment's hesitation, they dispersed as instructed. "Yes, Miss."

Tan Xinyue gritted her teeth, carried the unconscious emperor on her back, and walked towards her tent with firm steps.

Inside the tent, the dim oil lamp still emitted a faint light, and thick military books were piled on the table, reflecting a quiet and solemn atmosphere.

She used all her strength to carefully help him to the big bed at the side of the tent and gently laid him down.

The emperor's head lightly touched the solid pillow, and this slight touch made him regain some consciousness. Just as he was about to open his eyes, Tan Xinyue's voice rang in his ears: "Your Majesty? Are you awake?"

When the emperor heard this, he quickly closed his eyes again and pretended to be still asleep.

Tan Xinyue looked a little embarrassed. If it was an ordinary man, she would have reprimanded him mercilessly and kicked him out of the training ground. But the man in front of her was the monarch of the country. No matter how courageous she was, she dared not act rashly.

Today's shot almost injured the dragon's body. If it really caused a disaster, I'm afraid the entire Tan family would face a devastating disaster.

Tan Xinyue's mind raced, and her eyes inadvertently fell on the emperor's hand, from which bright red blood was slowly oozing out. It was obviously scratched when he unconsciously grasped her weapon just now.

This discovery made her heart suddenly tighten, and she jumped up from the bed almost as a conditioned reflex.

How to do?

If anything happens to the emperor, my life will be in danger!

Tan Xinyue's eyes flickered and she quickly grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet beside the bed.

Although the emperor had his eyes closed, the slight sound by his ear made his eyelids tremble slightly. Although he was curious, he forced himself to suppress the urge to turn his head and take a look.

At this moment, Tan Xinyue had come to his side, and he quickly closed his eyes again.

Not long after, he felt a subtle tingling in the palm of his hand.

Tan Xinyue carefully wiped the wound with a cotton ball, silently praying in her heart that she was afraid that he would suddenly wake up at this moment. If that happened, her fate would be very dire.

She quickly took the medicine powder and sprinkled it carefully on the wound. She was so nervous that her fingers trembled involuntarily. She even accidentally touched his palm with her fingertips. Cold sweat had already seeped out of her forehead.

Although the emperor was still dozing, with his eyes closed, the sense of touch on his hands became extremely sensitive. The moment her warm fingertips slid across his skin, his heart trembled slightly.

For a moment, all kinds of complicated thoughts churned in the emperor's mind: Is she healing me out of concern?

Her gentle actions, could it be that she has actually been interested in me for a long time?

Yes, that must be the case.

Tan Xinyue tried to overcome her inner tension and tended to her wounds while silently praying, "Please don't blame me, and don't be angry. It's not worth losing your life in such a muddle. Your Majesty, please be patient."

After the powder was properly applied, she slowly turned around, took out the bandage, and prepared to bandage the wound.

She usually acted in a hurry, but at this moment she accidentally tied the bandage too tight, causing the emperor to frown slightly, feel a pang of pain in his heart, and his fingers moved unconsciously.

Tan Xinyue immediately noticed the change, and her movements stopped abruptly. She asked nervously, "Your Majesty?"

The emperor tried hard to remain calm and continued to pretend to be asleep, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

Listen, her voice is so gentle, she must be worried about my wound.

I knew that she must have recognized me at the orchid lantern festival that night.

The reason why she pretended not to know him was probably out of fear.

Seeing that he still didn't open his eyes, Tan Xinyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn’t wake up, so he escaped the disaster temporarily.

Having learned from her previous lesson, she bandaged the wound even more carefully, making every movement as gentle as possible for fear of disturbing him again.

In the dim tent, the candlelight flickered and the surroundings were plunged into silence.

The emperor felt the pain and gentle care coming from his hand. The fatigue and anxiety of the past few days seemed to be alleviated a lot at this moment. His frown gradually relaxed, and his originally resolute face softened, as if he was just a boy who was sleeping soundly.

If you look closely, you can see a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

When all the bandaging work was completed, Tan Xinyue straightened up, and the clothes on her back were soaked with cold sweat.

She rolled up her sleeves, wiped the sweat from her forehead, sighed again, looked back at the emperor who was lying quietly for a long time, shook her head gently, took the blanket beside her, and covered him carefully, her actions full of indescribable tenderness and concern.

Feeling the warmth of the delicate and soft wool blanket gently covering his body, Xuan Di's lips curled into a deeper smile, which was a deep gratitude and cherishment for Xinyue's meticulous care.

In the emperor's heart, such a delicate thought is like a breeze in spring, warm and rare.

Xinyue, in her seemingly casual actions, hides her deepest concern for the emperor.

"Your Majesty's health is related to the foundation of the country. How can I let him have any mishaps?"

As she thought about it, she slowly stood up and walked lightly towards the desk piled with books. Her eyes flashed with determination that she would not allow herself to be negligent in the slightest.

There were several thick military books scattered on the table. Tan Xinyue picked up one at random and gently opened it. Every time she turned a page, she would unconsciously look up at the sleeping emperor to confirm whether he was really safe and sound.

There was worry in that look, but also a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

Emperor Sheng, who was lying on the couch, was half asleep and half awake, but he could keenly capture the burning attention behind him, like the sunshine of a summer afternoon, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He felt itchy in his heart and wanted to change to a more comfortable sleeping position, but because of the gaze that followed him like a shadow, he suppressed the urge.

Although his body longed to stretch freely, his legs were tense and uncontrollably tense. This invisible contest made the emperor feel unprecedentedly depressed and helpless.

In order to prevent the people behind him from noticing his abnormality, he had to endure it silently, grit his teeth, and continue to play the role of an unconscious sleeper.

Time passed by minute by minute until the night deepened and the moon hung high in the sky.

After staring for a long time, Tan Xinyue's eyes gradually became tired.

She rubbed her sore temples, and finally leaned weakly on the edge of the table, sleepiness sweeping over her like a tide.